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“My turn.”
I shiver at the heat in Warrick’s voice, but before I can stop him, he untangles his hands from my hair and tugs me up on the bed next to him. His hands trace my back as his mouth crashes against mine, his tongue fucking my mouth until my heart feels like it’s going to explode from my chest.
He unclasps my bra, and before it has a chance to hit the ground, his lips suck my nipple into his mouth. My back arches. I thread my fingers through his hair and drag him against my chest. I don’t care if I suffocate him against me, as long as this never stops—as long as he never stops.
Pleasure sings from my nipple and arrows straight down to my core as he pinches my other nipple between his fingers, rolling the distended bud.
“Naked. Now,” I bite out between moans.
My body feels like it’s on fire, and a million gallons of water won’t put out the heat throbbing from my center.
I reach between us and trail my fingers down his abdomen, wanting his skin against mine. He undoes the button of my pants and drags them down my legs, taking my panties with them.
He shoves my legs apart, and after a long look at my soaked core, his tongue snakes from my entrance to my clit in a decadent caress that has me arching off the bed.
“Fuck. Imp, you taste like sin.” His breath tickles the center of me, and I can’t stop my answering moan.
Lips wrapping around the sensitive nub of flesh, he licks and flicks his tongue against my clit while sucking the flesh into his mouth.
My stomach tightens with an impending orgasm, and for the first time in my adult life, I fear the strength of the release that’s barreling through my body.
My thighs start to shake against his cheeks, and I barely have time to grip the blanket under my hands before I explode. Waves of hot pleasure saturate me, and I cry out, unable to stop myself from grinding against his mouth. Ripples of ecstasy course through me, Warrick’s talented tongue drawing my pleasure out until I’m boneless against the bed. He presses a kiss to my thigh and crawls up my body.
I scoot back on noodle arms, afraid they’re going to give out on me at any second.
Warrick rummages around in his pants pocket for his wallet, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper before the blunt head of his dick presses against my center. The tip of him nudges into me, and he takes his time, stretching me slowly. His eyes are locked on mine the entire time he enters me. Only once I feel his pelvis pressed against mine, the weight of his balls against my ass, do I finally take a full breath.
I reach up, and with a hand cupped around the back of his neck, I kiss him while my body gets used to him stretching me.
“I may taste like sin, but you feel like it,” I whisper against his lips.
“Hmm,” he hums. “You’re so tight, you’re strangling my cock.”
My abdomen clenches at his dirty mouth, and I focus my attention on my internal muscles. With a deep breath, I contract around him, and his eyes go half-lidded at the pressure.
“Do that again,” he demands before dropping a filthy kiss against my neck.
I do it again, and the feeling of him stretching me wide makes goose bumps spread across my skin. His answering groan is a pride-filled notch in my bedpost.
My hands tease the muscles in his shoulders and down his back, before I drag my fingers across the wide expanse of his chest, flicking my thumb against his nipple.
He pulls back, the lack of him making me achy and empty before he thrusts forward, burying himself once more.
A slow steady rhythm builds, and I bring my thighs up to wrap around his lower back. Tilting my pelvis, I meet him thrust for thrust until he’s pounding into me, massaging my inner walls.
“How do I get you there again?” he asks, his words choppy.
I reach between us and stroke my clit, pleasure zinging through me. “Like this,” I say and kiss him again.
“Goddamn, that’s hot, Imp. Keep touching yourself.” He leans up and back, and I have to stop myself from following him, desperate to taste the passion on his lips as he takes me.
My legs fall from his back, and he drags his hands down my thighs until his hands rest in the crease of my hips. He widens his stance and then he starts to move. Yanking on my hips, he pulls me flush to him at the end of each bottoming thrust, and that change in angle has his dick dragging over something inside me that shoots stars across my vision.
“Jesus Christ,” I bite out, through the build of my second orgasm. He grinds his pelvis against my fingers, massaging my clit with every thrust, and then I’m hurtling through another release.
“That’s it, Imp. Come for me,” he bites out, his rhythm steady through the swamping pleasure.
Once my release dies down to rippling aftershocks, he pumps his hips against mine. His mouth finds mine, and he lets out a short grumbling groan as his face tightens in release.
